sometimes i miss things.
like...
how little this guy used to be.
how blonde my hair was.
how tan i used to be (natural guuurl)
being carefree (and emily)
these girls.
the summer with these two crazy kids.
but in the end, i like who i've become.
missing those things or not, i am who i am.
and i am beginning to be okay in my own skin.
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